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Of Potions and Wings	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Draco Views: 30533 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Harry and Draco met up in the hall outside the Defense classroom.
Draco smirked. “Did you do your homework?” He asked lightly.
Harry sighed, rolling his eyes. “Yes.” He said in a long-suffering tone. “Did you?”
“But of course.” Draco answered. “Father would have my head if he went to all the trouble of getting Dumbledore to let me train with you only for me to not even try to learn what he’s trying to teach us. I know better.”
Harry pushed open the door and they walked in, finding Lucius behind his desk, grading papers.
The man looked up as both teens let their wings out. “Right on time.” He said lightly, placing his quill down on the top of the stack of parchments and standing. He’d taken off his teaching robes and was now in a deep purple silk shirt and black trousers.
Harry blinked in surprise at seeing the man without his robes on. He’d been hiding a very fit body under those robes, and Harry was understandably distracted.
Draco grinned at Harry’s reaction to his father in his relaxed state. He might try to deny it, but he wasn’t unaffected by Lucius’ charms. In fact, Draco wouldn’t have been surprised if Harry started drooling. He cleared his throat, jerking Harry out of his daze before his father noticed it.
Harry straightened when Draco cleared his throat and focused on Lucius’ words, rather than his body.
“…and so, we’ll start with Harry.” The man was saying. He turned to the brunet. “Can you hold Clipeo for a full five minutes without it wavering?” He asked.
Harry nodded. ‘Yes, but probably not with you dressed that way.’ He thought in mild alarm. ‘How am I supposed to focus on the spell with only a thin layer of silk covering what I’m now sure is a deliciously muscled chest?! Draco’s dad is hot!’
“Then cast the spell, and I will test it by sending curses your way. Nothing too bad, just some minor things.” Lucius added at Harry’s worried look. “If you can ward off my spells, Draco will also begin to help. You should be able to hold it even with us both sending curses at it for at least three minutes.”
Harry sighed in resignation and planted his feet shoulder-width apart, brandishing his wand. “Clipeo!” He cast, and the dome flared to life around him, glowing a steady purple.
Lucius began sending curses at it. A Petrificus Totalus, jelly-legs, stinging hexes, but nothing too bad, in case the shield fell and let a spell through. After a few moments, he nodded to Draco, who joined in, flinging mostly harmless spells at Harry.
Draco got a wicked smile on his face, then cast a spell Harry had never heard of before. “Ignis Vena!”
Lucius turned and glared at him. “Draco!” He snapped. “Harmless spells, not Dark curses!”
Draco shrugged. “He didn’t let it through, did he? He’s fine, so what’s the harm?”
“If it had gotten through, do you think he’d still be your friend after you put him through that kind of pain? I don’t.” Lucius said. “And besides that, Dumbledore might have felt that, seeing as it’s Dark Arts, and you performed it in Hogwarts!”
Harry snorted. “Still holding the shield, here!” He called. “Keep it coming!”
Lucius sighed and turned back, continuing to cast curses.
Draco snickered and went back to casting minor hexes and jinxes again.
After a few more minutes, the shield finally fell, and Harry was hit with Draco’s jelly-legs and Lucius’ Tarantallegra simultaneously. He danced for a few seconds on very wobbly legs before falling into a heap.
Lucius and Draco laughed, Lucius walking over to cancel the spells and help Harry up. “Very well done.” The older blond said approvingly as he used Harry’s hand to pull him to his feet. “You held it for four minutes before it faded. It’s easy to see how this would be your easiest subject. You have quite a talent for Defense.”
Harry blushed as the man seemed content to stay altogether too close for Harry’s comfort, making no move to get away. “I’d like to see you cast Obice now.” Lucius said, finally stepping back to give Harry some room.
Harry cast the spell, and the green wall appeared, though it was a slightly darker green this time.
Lucius’ voice was heard from behind the wall, sounding pleased. “Yes, very good, indeed.”
Harry dispelled the wall, and Lucius turned to his son. “Draco, your turn. Let’s see your Obice again.”
Draco cast the spell, and the dark blue wall sprang into existence, blocking the younger blond from their view.
Lucius smiled. “Excellent. Now that you know those spells, we can move on to dueling.” He said.
Draco dispelled his Obice and grinned. “Ooh, I get to see how you duel, Father? How exciting!”
Lucius smiled, pulling his hair back and conjuring a strip of leather, which he used to tie his hair back with. “Yes, you will get to see how I duel. I’m fairly certain you will not be disappointed. I was tutored in dueling as a child, just like you were.” He told his son. “Harry, why don’t I duel you first, so Draco can see what I am capable of?” He asked.
Harry shrugged. “Fine by me.”
Lucius slid into an offensive stance, and nodded to Harry. “Ready position.” He instructed.
Harry raised his wand, ready to cast.
Lucius looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Do you not know the basic forms?” He asked.
Draco rolled his eyes. “He wouldn’t. Remember, Father, he was raised by Muggles.”
Lucius nodded, standing straight again. “Don’t roll your eyes, Draco. Right. I suppose I will have to teach you, then.”
Harry frowned. “What?”
“Basic dueling forms. The ready stances and what they signify. True, you may not need them to duel the Dark Lord, but at some point in your life, they may prove useful.” Lucius told Harry. “There are three basic stances, and those are what I will teach you. You can get further stances from Draco in your free time if you so desire. The three basic stances are: Offensive, Defensive and Neutral.”
Harry nodded. “Alright.” He had no idea why he apparently needed to learn them, but if Lucius was insisting, who was he to gainsay him?
“Draco, demonstrate the Offensive stance.” Lucius instructed.
Draco slid into the stance, his left foot sliding forward as he shifted his weight onto it, his wand held out in front of him, his right hand slightly behind him.
“Now, yours will be the opposite of his, a mirror image, since Draco is left-handed, and you are not.” Lucius said.
Harry nodded. “So, like this?” He slid his right foot forward and held out his wand, moving his left hand back and out of the way.
Lucius smiled and moved behind him. “Back straight.” He instructed, placing his palm on Harry’s lower back and pushing to straighten his back. “Shoulders back, head up.” He said, pulling gently on Harry’s shoulders and using one finger to lift his chin. “Look your opponent in the eye, and don’t show any fear.”
Harry flushed at Lucius’ manhandling, but Lucius didn’t seem to notice.
“There. That’s it.” The man said in approbation.
Draco, on the other hand, noticed Harry’s flush and grinned at the other teen.
Harry glared back at him.
“This stance is used to signify that you intend to start the duel by taking the offensive against your opponent. Alright, Draco. Now Defensive stance.” Lucius instructed, staying behind Harry.
Draco slid into another stance, feet shoulder-width apart, right hand slightly in front of himself, wand held up with the tip pointing slightly upward.
Harry mirrored him, and Lucius came up close to him again. “Bend your knees. This is in case your first move needs to be dodging a curse.” He said, pushing a bit at the back of Harry’s locked knees. “Be ready to spring out of the way.”
Harry inhaled sharply and realized Lucius was starting to smell like cinnamon again. “Um, your potion is wearing off.”
Lucius hummed. “That’s unfortunate. I’m out of it. I need to brew more, and I will be doing that once you two leave. Until then, we will just need to bear with it, I suppose. This stance is used when you intend to start the duel by defending, which will allow you to study how your opponent moves and casts, letting you look for any openings and file away information on their fighting style. Only one more stance to go. Draco, Neutral stance.”
Draco turned sideways, his wand held out to his side his face was pointing, right foot forward and left foot holding almost none of his weight as he looked poised to leap in the direction his wand was pointed.
Harry mirrored the stance, and Lucius came up behind him. “Remember to keep your back straight.” He said, pushing on Harry’s lower back again. “Really, your posture should be corrected.” He said in an undertone.
Draco snickered.
Harry gave him a fierce glare.
“Show no fear.” Lucius continued. “Head up, Potter.” He said, using his finger to tilt Harry’s chin upward again. “You’re a very powerful young man. Own that power. Revel in it. This stance is used when you may start the duel by taking the offensive, but haven’t yet decided if you want to. It gives your opponent the opportunity to attack first if they want to.”
Harry nodded. “Alright.”
“Practice those stances every chance you get. We’ll be dueling on Wednesday.” Lucius told him.
Draco smirked. “We’ll leave you to brew some more of that potion now.” He said, and proceeded to drag Harry out of the room. He took them to the closest alcove and shoved Harry into it, then threw up a muffliato. “What was all that about?” He asked with a grin.
Harry flushed. “All what?”
Draco snorted. “All the blushing. You like him.” He said smugly.
“I do not!” Harry said sharply. “I just… Noticed he has a nice body. I do have eyes, you know.”
Draco chuckled. “Yes, Father keeps in shape. I think he likes you, too. He’s not usually so… Hands-on.” He added, waggling his eyebrows.
Harry’s flush, which had been receding, returned full-force. “I don’t think that means anything.” He mumbled.
Draco tapped his chin. “It may not. Though, Father seems a bit in awe of your power. He did tell you to revel in it, and he’s always been attracted to those with a lot of power.” He mused. “Do you like him?” He asked, staring at Harry intently.
Harry shrugged. “He’s not bad-looking, but nothing’s going to come of it. I’m certainly not going to make a move on him.” He said firmly.
“And if he made a move on you? Would you be receptive?” Draco asked.
Again, Harry shrugged. “There’s really no way to know. But he’s not going to.” He said, sounding sure of himself.
Draco sighed. “No, he probably won’t.”
“Which is good, because I really don’t think we’d suit. He’s hot, but not really my type.” Harry cocked his head. “Why are you so interested in it, anyway?”
Draco smirked. “I told you, I think you’d be good for him. Teach him to let go of his composure a bit, that sort of thing.”
Harry laughed. “Not going to happen.” He said firmly.
Draco sighed. “Fine.” He canceled the muffliato and nodded. “Good night, Potter. See you tomorrow.”
“Yeah, see you.” Harry returned, then headed for Gryffindor Tower. ‘What if he did make a move on me?’ He wondered as he walked. ‘What would I do?’
*****
Draco cast the spell once again, to be sure, and smiled when a grey glow engulfed his abdomen.
Positive.
He headed out of the bathroom into his husband’s sitting room and smiled at the somber man. “We’re expecting.” He said proudly.
Severus set down his book and smiled. “Already?” He asked.
Draco’s smile widened and he nodded.
Severus spread his arms wide. “Come here, My Beautiful Brat.” He said with obvious affection.
Draco rushed into his arms and kissed the man, laughing happily through the kiss.
Severus stood, shifting Draco onto his hips and filling each hand with a buttock, holding the blond easily as he made his way to the bedroom to lay him on the bed.
He waved his wand once, each article of clothing sliding off him and folding themselves neatly as they landed on the desk Draco used for his business affairs.
Draco licked his lips at the sight of the Potions Master, hard and aching for him.
Severus chuckled. “Such a wanton little thing.” He teased, reaching for the buttons of Draco’s shirt and beginning to undo them. He leaned in to kiss each nipple as it was bared, and Draco couldn’t quite stifle a gasp at the first touch of Severus’ tongue. Was he imagining things, or were they already more sensitive?
Draco eagerly writhed his way out of the shirt, letting it slide off the bed and onto the floor, then raised his hips. “Please, Severus, please!” He begged.
Severus chuckled, but relented and moved his hands to the buttons holding Draco’s trousers closed. He opened them teasingly, one by one, as Draco watched him through needy grey eyes. Once he had all the buttons undone, he pulled the trousers off Draco’s body, leaving the younger man bare.
“Mm, look at you, spread out like a feast for my eyes.” Severus murmured, running one hand down Draco’s chest as the other cupped his face. “So lovely. And all mine.”
Draco shivered at the possessive note in his voice as his wings, trapped beneath his body, tried to quiver in appreciation of the tone. Dominant Faurae were very possessive, and the submissives thrived on feeling owned and needed.
Severus leaned in to kiss Draco again, this time staking a definite claim as his mouth was ravaged, lips nipped at sharply, and tongue battled before the blond finally gave in, acceding to Severus’ dominance over him after a short fight. He wrapped his legs around the man, pulling him close and leaning up to whisper in his ear: “How long were you expecting it to take? Hm?” before he took the lobe in his mouth and sucked.
Severus growled, leaning in to Draco’s neck to kiss and suckle where his claiming mark rested, right at the juncture of neck and shoulder. His voice was muffled against Draco’s skin when he responded: “At least three months. Though I shouldn’t be surprised.” He raised his head and smiled down at Draco. “You’re always so greedy for me.”
Draco laughed, wrapping his arms around the man as Severus’ fingers, already slick—and just when had that happened—found his entrance and slid in, filling him wonderfully. It wasn’t enough, not nearly enough, but it was a start. “Greedy is what I do best.” He shot back, pressing against the fingers eagerly.
Severus teased his prostate, watching Draco as his mouth dropped open, the soft sound of his panting filling the room. He worked Draco open for him, taking care not to hurt him as he stretched the passage his—admittedly thick—cock would soon be filling.
“Severus, I’m ready! Just get in me, already!” Draco demanded, drumming his feet against Severus’ hips.
Severus laughed, rolling off Draco onto his back. “Ride me, Brat. Let me see your wings spread out behind you.”
Draco climbed atop him, positioning his cock and sliding down onto it, moaning softly as Severus’ cock spread him wide, filling him so full it was just this side of painful. He gasped when Severus bucked up, grabbing onto his hips as he helped Draco to move. Draco spread his wings open, fluttering them, displaying for his mate’s pleasure.
Severus breathed in deeply, closing his eyes as he was assaulted by the scent of his mate. He could detect a subtle change in the scent, now that he was looking for it, and he inhaled greedily, knowing that the change in scent was due to his lover breeding. He opened his eyes and smiled. “I can smell it. Your scent has changed, just a little.” He told the blond.
Draco flashed him a grin. “Is it a good change?” He asked.
Severus leaned closer and inhaled deeply, savoring the scent he was now addicted to. Warm vanilla, but now with something else underlying it. The faint scent of talcum and milk, if Severus wasn’t mistaken. ‘Fitting.’ He thought with amusement, and nodded. “It’s not unpleasant. And besides, it’s you and our child. I’d like it even if it was unpleasant.” He said.
Draco threw his head back and moaned, then leaned forward, rolling his hips as he leaned in for a kiss, which Severus granted. “Severus, I love you.” Draco breathed.
“And I love you, My Brat.” Severus replied, his hold on Draco’s hips tightening. “Faster.”
Draco chuckled and complied, bouncing on him, leaning back to show off his body to his lover, watching from hooded eyes as Severus’ eyes narrowed and seemed to fill with an inner fire that always meant Draco was about to be fucked to within an inch of his life.
Sure enough, Severus was pulling Draco down on top of him and grabbing one buttock in each hand, holding the blond close as he thrust up into him. Draco moaned loudly as his cock was held between the two, Severus’ movements against it creating a delicious friction that would undoubtedly soon have him coming.
Severus laved his tongue over the claiming mark, and Draco closed his eyes. ‘Oh, Merlin, he’s going to bite it again!’ He realized.
His orgasms when Severus bit over his claiming bite were always more intense, sometimes almost painfully so.
He felt himself drawing closer, and he whined.
Severus growled and bit into the mark, flinging Draco into release. The blond screamed as he came, feeling Severus join him, holding his hips down and filling him with a low growl.
Draco melted against Severus happily.
Draco woke to his wand’s alarm, and sighed. “Well, at least it wasn’t aborted.” He mused, thinking over the dream. “Wonder how long we’ll wait before kids?”
He walked into his bathroom, peeling off his sticky pajama bottoms and grimacing. “Hopefully this won’t happen too often.” He said to himself, turning on the shower. ‘But, Merlin, do I ever have good wank material now.’ He thought with a grin.
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